Her makeup was applied sparingly and tastefully, accentuating without covering up and her scent was clean with a hint of lavender and soap. Big, brown... eyes were wide with excitement and apprehension as she held her small purse in front of her with both hands.I motioned to the seat across from me with a smile."I'm glad to see you came. I love your outfit, glad to see you followed my directions." Thank you, sir. I wasn't sure if I should come, but my roommate told me I should get out and have. Her right hand nudged down the hem of her black panties, gradually exposing more and more of her hips and her freshly shaved mound. She lifted her long, supple legs up towards the ceiling and slid her last flimsy scrap of clothing past her knees and off her ankles. Completely naked at last, her legs stretched out on the bed and her fingers reached down to her little hood of skin, gently pulling and lifting, exposing but not quite touching the pink tip of her clit. Exploring a little lower, she. My cock started to stiffen so I lay on my front to hide it.At this point she turned around and I turned away as quickly as I could but definitely not quickly enough. She had certainly caught me looking at her panties.I felt bad about this so decided to avert my gaze for a while hoping that she wouldn't take fright and maybe think that I had just caught a quick glimpse instead of the long lingering look I had been enjoying.After 10 minutes I decided to have another peek expecting to see her gone. All I’ve ever known how to do.’ She twisted the ring that sat on her middle finger and admired the pattern of light that the opal and diamond setting threw upon the walls – a pretty distraction from the trauma of the past, a reminder of all she had to lose. The image of her as a child, small and crying, burnt beneath his eyelids, and he fought to supress the horror of her imagined, tearful face. ‘How old were you, the first time?’ ‘Eighteen,’ she responded quickly, her voice devoid of all.